Bright light

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Yesterday's sorrow will always be engraved in the brain, never forgotten. I remember yesterday, it was a test paper full of apologies, flying in front of me, dazzling me. I have never believed that I will have this achievement today! A month passed, and the time passed quickly, and my scores dropped drastically. I looked at this test paper full of forks, shed tears, crystal clear, across the face. I remember yesterday, it is the loneliness that is not understood by friends. Misunderstood by a friend, or just half of what he said should not be said, sobbing in his throat. I wouldn’t have thought of it. Just saying that casually said something caused your misunderstanding. I remember yesterday, it was the QQ that was hung on the computer screen, gray and black. After being chaotic for a while, I am lonely, jealous, sad, lost... At that time, I really didn’t know how to face you. I was said to be 'self-satisfied, not enterprising', really. Is that right? In the face of all this, accompanying me is always the tears of crystal. Perhaps, only this tear can understand all my inner feelings.

Strolling in the countryside, enjoying the baptism of nature, for the first time, I saw the flying butterflies, twins, dancing in the sea of ​​flowers, accompanied by each other, very romantic. Yesterday's darkness of the mind, in an instant, broke through all the shackles, infinite magnification, magnified ... until I cried and said: "Enough", this will be willing to stop. However, all the things that happened yesterday have been unrecoverable in front of me. It is a kind of pain, heart-breaking pain, and painful heartache.

At this time, the ear side thinks of the familiar tone, which is high and low, but always gives a sense of security: nothing, everyone believes in you! Come on! I looked up, or because the tears stayed on my face for too long, I had already engraved its mark and scared you. However, I still have to thank you! Thank you, give me support when I am alone and dark! The window of the soul is pushed away by the warm sunshine in the afternoon. It is the bright sun that has never been seen before. The clouds are rolling and floating in the sky...

Perhaps yesterday's sorrow has disappeared with the wind on the night of yesterday. Instead, it is the figure of my hard-working book, the back of my time when I win the night!

In the morning, I stood on the street, waiting for the appearance of light, pushing the window of my heart and driving away the haze in my heart...